Street Bird

Crime

An abandoned warehouse

Or a safe haven

It depends on which eyes you tell it from.

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-Gotham's Abandoned Industries complex -

Sounds of punching bags being hit ...simultaneously.... echoed throughout the building. Three figures stood side by side, each giving the punching bags brute force. Their hands were wrapped with bandages, now loosened or ripped. One session, two session, three session, they kept on punching. Sweats dripped along their perfected punches, pants were barely audible.

A woman in her late twenties walked in, a stopwatch in hand.

"And............ Stop. Great sessions kids!" She clapped her hands once and nodded her head, pleased with their results.

"Thank you mother." They all smiled at her arrival, happy that they've pleased her.

One by one came up to her and gave her a warm hug. She ruffled their oily hair and cracked a smile.

"Get yourselves cooled down, we're having lunch after this. "

"What're you cooking?" The youngest one asked, her pony tail bobbed as she gripped the woman's hand.

"Depends, is it Sunday already?" she smirked while tapping her chin.

"It is mother!" The middle one chuckled as his forest eyes shone with excitement.

"I bet you're tired. I recommend we order some pizzas instead, I called dips on the Pepperoni special!" The oldest one chimed in, already placing her order.

"But we've just had that last week!" her siblings whined, protests were heard as the woman slide to the kitchen leaving the kids in a heated argument.

She opened the fridge and began to prepared their lunch.

"Kids, do me a favour and do the rest of the routine. Be sure to wash up too." She whistles and the three stopped. Immediately obeying her command.

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-Somewhere along the Gotham's busy streets -

A little bird trudged along the busy streets of Gotham, his hands sank deep into his pockets. His hands were getting clammy, his vision blurred. It's been exactly two days since he saw the woman's death. Two days of thinking about what he would do then. Two days of his stomach being somewhat full. And now, he decided that it's only appropriate to bend some rules in this twisted world.

He doesn't want to do it,

But he has to.

So he could survive.

'Stealing is wrong, but what other choice do I have?' He sighed and smiled bitterly.

Lately it's all that he's been doing.

Sighing

Smiling bitterly

No laughs

Just some dark chuckles here and there

The little boy inside him was long gone. Taken away by the series of unfortunate events.

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He looked around the busy street, examining his surroundings. He's not going to robbed any person who doesn't deserve it. He's going to rob those who does. He won't go for the poor, he will go for the rich and spoiled. It's unfair how someone could have so much wealth and just show it around without any thought on sharing, giving it to the ones who truly needed it.